While the flow’rs bloom in gladness and spring bird rejoice
There’s a void in our household of one gentle voice.
The form of a loved one hath passed from the light,
But the sound of her footfall returns with the night;Refrain:
For I see her still in my dreams,
I see her still in my dreams,
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and the streams.
I see her still in my dreams,
I see her still in my dreams,
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and the streams.

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Though her voice once familiar hath gone from the day
And her smiles from the sunlight have faded away,
Though I wake to a scene now deserted and bleak,
In my visions I find the lost form that I seek;Refrain: